The Devil's Snare

Chap 7

(Aiden Kronos Seth)

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I went to the cellar to take a bottle of alcohol. Tank seemed quite serious on the phone. I need to clear my head before I get into trouble. I hope dad won't mind as it's his collection. I took the keys of the Chevy. Today is the day I tame her. I drove to the building in an average speed of 60km/h. Something that is rare in my speeding records. I liked the wind kinda too much today. When I stopped in front of the building I see black Cadillacs parked and some going into the basement garage. Today is gonna be a long day I guess. I walk into the office. The smell of rich perfumes and cigarette smoke can be sensed from a mile away. These motherfuckers can't really seem to live without these. I went in to see Tank nervous. Like really. I sat down as now unfortunately I was the head of the area. How usual. Someone of my age running a group of people of my father's age. Tank took the remote and played a video. Then I came face to face with an old known face in my life, Don Shelby.

Elias Arnold Shelby or Don Shelby was the opposition party as they say. Strong headed man and with a huge attitude. But he was not like this always. In the old days I have heard that he and dad were best of friends. Inseparable. But everything went haywire when mom died. Crimson Wood got divided and came to be known as area 63. The Shelby's didn't want the control of the area as they ignored the hassle in it. Nowadays, Don has been busy with politics. I heard rumours of him trying to run for the Prime Minister. Worse part? Tamara is his daughter. How poetic. The video was for 5 mins and all of it was talking of revenge and hatred. Maybe Tamara spilled something else instead of what happened. Or maybe the fucking bodyguards made up something. I still kept looking at the suited gentlemen in the building. Tank suddenly spoke up, "your dad is here". My heart just started racing. I knocked the door to enter to a husky voice. There seated my old man. Still fit as a needle and still his murderous eyes shining in the office light. A small smile crept it's way out. My dad, the person who taught me how to handle a gun, how to fight, partly, how to live was sitting in front of me,

Dad : Seth, how are you, my son?

Me : Doing somewhat fine. How are you?

Dad : Better than your sulked face. How is your study going?

Me : You already know. The principal sends a fresh copy to you first and then reveals to me

Dad : Why do you behave so with me? No texts, no phone calls. Busy?

Me : Don't feel like it. 

Dad : But still I am your dad

Me : You are just a shadow on my life

Dad : What do you want me to do?

Me : I guess live your days the way you want to and forget that you have a failure like me

Dad : But you are not a failure. I am proud of every achievement of yours.

Me : Of what? Me killing people without a conscience? Everyone dreading at my sight?

Dad : Why do you call yourself a failure?

Me : I was unable to save mom

Dad : But that's not your fault.

Me : Well, I will never say it's yours so what does that lead the answer to?

Dad : ....

Me : It was good catching, let's not do it for a while...

Dad : I know you are angry with me Seth. I wish I could be there for you when you needed me

Me : I am glad you weren't there. I am making it so you are not needed. Bye dad...


I left his office. Maybe I broke his heart but I couldn't care less. I just wanted to be left alone just by myself although I have a lingering of wanting someone. Someone who will listen to me. I got into my Chevy, didn't have the energy to take it out for a ride now even. Just want to go home and pass out. Just pass out. Oh wait, need something to eat first. I see "Noby's" close by. My old place. Mom used to bring me here on weekends. Let's see if the food is still good. I pop the door open and sit in the corner. My back to others. I signal the waitress and order up for packaging. Everything is done. I suddenly hear a sweet voice from behind. Something I am familiar with, something I like to hear. But I am deciding to ignore. I take my package and get up to leave. From the door being half open I see her, with a boy. She remembers the place. The boy sitting opposite of her was Sebastian, Diego's twin brother. Although facially they were miles apart. So she has moved on. 

I have a competitor now. Oh, this is gonna be fun...